Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.